‘Fudge!’ said Conway rudely.  Fielding waved a deprecating hand and continued: 

’Living where they did, it is not to be wondered at that the Le Mesuriers became gradually rich, and the De Carterets gradually poor, so that when the latter family was compelled to place the Seigneurie of Sark upon the market, the Le Mesuriers were the highest bidders.  The Le Mesuriers thus became Seigneurs of Sark.  But with their position they reversed their conduct, and, instead of taking other people’s money out of mines, they put their own in, with the result that they sustained embarrassing losses.  I mention these details incidentally to show that Miss Le Mesurier of to-day is directly descended from ancestors of predatory instincts, who did not go a-hunting for victims, but unobtrusively attracted them in a passive, lazy way which was none the less effectual.’

Conway’s patience was exhausted at this period of the disquisition.

‘I never heard such a hotch-potch of nonsense in my life,’ he said.

‘I admit,’ returned Fielding with unruffled complacency, ’that I aimed at an allegory rather than a pedantic narrative of facts.  I was endeavouring to explain Clarice Le Mesurier on the fashionable principle of heredity.’

It flashed across Drake that if Fielding had described, though with some exaggeration, an actual phase of Miss Le Mesurier’s character, she must have been driven to make the first advance towards his acquaintance by a motive of unusual urgency.  The notion, however, did but flash and flicker out.  He had no mental picture of the girl to fix her within his view; he knew not, in fact, whether she was girl or woman.  She was to him just an abstraction, and Drake was seldom inclined for the study of abstractions.  His curiosity might, perhaps, have been stronger had Mallinson related to him the way in which he had been received at the house of the Le Mesuriers after his dinner with Drake.  When he arrived he found the guests staring hard at each other silently, with the vacant expression which comes of an effort to understand a recitation in a homely dialect from the north of the Tweed.  He waited in the doorway and suddenly saw Miss Le Mesurier rise from an embrasure in the window and take half a step towards him.  Then she paused and resumed her seat.

‘That’s because I come alone,’ he thought, and something more than his vanity was hurt.

The recitation reached its climax.  Darby and Joan, quarrelling through nineteen stanzas as to whether they had been disturbed by a rat or a mouse, discovered in the twentieth that the animal was a ball of wool.  The company sighed their relief in a murmur of thanks, and Mallinson crossed the room to the window.

‘And Captain Drake?’ Clarice asked as she gave him her hand.  The disappointment in her voice irritated him, and he answered with a sharp petulance.

‘He’s not a captain really, you know.’

The girl glanced at him in surprise.